| I want you to simmer down
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| Let it go, just wasting come
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| I was listening to the crooked sound
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| Of the lie that was way too loud
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| You’re asking me, I don’t ever crow
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| I’m just trying to turn it into the blue
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| Is it something that we have to found
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| Out of nothing on a fragile ground
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| Out of nothing on a fragile ground
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| Have you ever seen, how far it is
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| To the place where we are to dream
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| Can you better hear the storming folks
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| Whispering in fear, roars the most
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| Have you ever seen, how far it is
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| To the place where we are to dream
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| Can you better hear the storming folks
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| Whispering in fear, roars the most
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| I want you to lock that door
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| That has always made you wanting more
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| Will you ever find a way out there?
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| Returning to the room we used to share
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| You’re asking me, I don’t ever crow
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| I was trying to turn myself into you
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| Is it something that we have to found
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| Out of nothing in a fragile ground
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| Out of nothing on a fragile ground
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| Have you ever seen, how far it is
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| To the place where we are to dream
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| Can you better hear the storming folks
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| Whispering in fear, roars the most
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| Have you ever seen, how far it is
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| To the place where we are to dream
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| Can you better hear the storming folks
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| Whispering in fear, roars the most |